Chapter 11 The Journey to the West Yamen Mansion Fluttering in the Wind
Zhu Bajie couldn't help but intercept Sha Seng's words, "Do you still want to have a second time?" I can tell you, if you really want to go to the second time, I won't go." Saying that, he said to Tang Seng again: "Master, next time you send Senior Brother there, he will definitely not be afraid of dirty." ”
Tang Seng didn't dare to answer his words, so he changed the topic and said, "Have you taken any photos?"
Sha Seng took out a mobile phone full of mud from his pocket and handed it to Tang Seng, "Yes, here you go." ”
Tang Seng's eyebrows twitched, and he hesitated for a long time before reaching out and clamping the corner of Sha Seng's mobile phone with his thumb and index finger.
"I'll take it back and deal with it and see, you guys go wash it up." Tang Seng turned around and walked inside with his mobile phone, forgetting to ask them why they hung up their phones.
He couldn't help but complain in his heart as he walked, why did this mud smell the same as rotten eggs?
Sun Wukong slept until the sunset, got up from the bed with a grunt, glanced at the time, and ran outside.
After a few flashes, he arrived at the door of Muzha's dormitory, and was about to knock on the door, when he suddenly thought that this guy was good at high-tech, so he shouldn't be using this door to knock.
So he found the most popular video doorbell on the white door.
But he searched for a long time and found nothing, only a keyhole.
Just as he pouted his ass to see if the keyhole could be the fingerprint reader, there was a faint sound behind him.
As soon as Sun Wukong turned his head suddenly, he saw Muzha holding a tablet and turning around and wanted to run.
Sun Wukong hurriedly jumped forward and grabbed his back collar, "Boy, where are you going?"
Mu Zha saw that he couldn't run, so he had to cry with a sad face, and said: "Let me monitor your public court is the Buddha and his old man, if you want to find someone to be angry, don't look for me, you have to find him to be angry, I am just a working boy, just obey orders." ”
Sun Wukong sighed, and carried Muzha to the stone stool next to him and put it down, "Who said that my old grandson came to you to settle accounts, and I have something else to do with you." ”
Muzha didn't believe it, "You really didn't settle accounts with me?"
Sun Wukong rolled his eyes, "How can I, Sun Wukong, ever deceive someone?"
Mu Zha didn't believe his words, and stood on his toes, ready to run away at any time as long as this Monkey King had a sign of hitting him.
Sun Wukong glanced at his toes with low eyes, and sighed again, "I'm just here to ask you, can you find out the real address of the snail girl?"
Sun Wukong's question was asked to the point, and it was difficult to check the address of a little elf.
Muzha put away her toes and nodded very confidently, "Yes." ”
Sun Wukong was happy, and stretched out his hand to pick up Muzha again, "Then hurry up, help me find out where this goods live?"
Muzha rolled his eyes, "Is this your attitude of begging for people?"
Sun Wukong glared, "What? Do you want me to settle the account with you for the camera?"
Mu Zha's neck suddenly shrank, and he pressed a remote control in his hand, and the big white door with only one keyhole opened.
Immediately afterwards, he hurriedly made a gesture of invitation, "No, no, no, I'll check it for you, Dasheng, you can sit in the house, drink tea, and eat snacks." ”
Sun Wukong wanted to say that you are too verbose, so hurry up and check it, but this stomach gurgled at the right time, well, I was really a little hungry, so I nodded and agreed.
Sun Wukong drank a cup of tea and ate a pack of egg rolls, and Muzha had already found out where the snail girl lived.
He pointed to a red dot on the screen and said, "This is the real place where the snail girl lives." ”
Sun Wukong squinted, staring at the small dot and the dense unreadable words around him, his eyes hurt.
"Can't you send me a location?" Sun Wukong glared at Mu Zha.
Muzha shrugged his shoulders, "I don't have your WeChat, I don't have your phone, how can I send it to you?"
Sun Wukong took out his mobile phone and clicked on WeChat, turned on the code scanning function, "Bring the QR code." ”
Mu Zha reluctantly took out his mobile phone, clicked on his WeChat QR code and handed it over, and after Sun Wukong added his friend, he quickly sent the address of the Tianluo girl to his WeChat.
Sun Wukong clicked and looked at it, frowning, "How can you be in the Demon Realm?"
Mu Zha raised his eyelids and looked at him, "Sun Dasheng, did you stay in Huaguo Mountain all day to block news from the outside world?"
Monkey King: "......"
Mu Zha rarely caught an opportunity to complain about him, how could he let it go, "Sun Dasheng, don't stay in your Huaguo Mountain if you're fine, come out and walk around, otherwise you won't be able to keep up with the times and the rhythm of this new world." ”
Sun Wukong listened to the sudden jump of his temples, and he really wanted to smash a stick on this Mu Zha's chattering mouth, "Don't give me these things that you have or don't, get to the point." ”
Mu Zha immediately changed his mouth, "This demon world, family planning has been quite successful in the past few hundred years, and now they have an even population, and there is a large amount of idle land, but their economy is depressed, so they have to find a way to make their economy prosperous."
So they turned the extra land into houses and started a real estate business, and sublet these houses to other residents from all walks of life who had no houses to live in due to population congestion, and turned to the demon realm to live temporarily.
There are even people from other walks of life who will immigrate there and become permanent residents, such as the snail girl. ”
After Muzha finished speaking, he looked at Sun Wukong fixedly.
Sun Wukong also stared at him for a while, and then spoke, "Understood, thank you, my old grandson will leave first, and I will look for you if I have something." ”
"You're welcome. Mu Zha Pi watched with a smile as Sun Wukong walked out of his house like a stroll, and then made a somersault in the air with a point jump, "whoosh", and disappeared into the night sky.
In the blink of an eye, Sun Wukong returned to the sky above Tang Seng's mansion.
But he spun around in mid-air for several minutes, but he didn't find the Journey to the West Yamen, so he had to call Tang Seng.
Tang Seng had just disposed of Sha Seng's mud mobile phone, and before he could check whether his mobile phone was broken, his mobile phone rang.
He took a tissue and wiped his hands, picked up his mobile phone and squinted, yo, Sun Wukong!
Tang Seng glanced at the time, heh, didn't answer, and then hung up Sun Wukong's call.
Zhu Bajie, who had washed up just now, complained to him that this moving Journey to the West Yamen would really move.
When Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng tried to pass through the portal covered in mud, the portal closed the passage on the grounds that they were too dirty to let them use it.
The two of them had to fly back by themselves, and they also flew directly over Tang Seng's mansion like Sun Wukong, but they almost didn't find this Journey to the West Yamen.